Oranges

Parties in the dead of winter save me from locking myself in the office with fuzzy socks, an oversized hoodie, and a colossal bag of dark chocolate chips. Well, that’s not entirely true. I have to leave the house to

Slushie v. Smoothie was the grand debate in the car after our fitness club. Slush won by a landslide vote. I always have fresh oranges on hand and we just froze peaches. (Cue Trumpets.) A new slush was born.

We experienced our first real summer heat today. We were biking right in the middle of it and the only thing that could console us was the thought of an icy drink. Here’s an Orange Julius knock-off that is completely delicious, but with less sugar.

Middle E is three. I adore him, but he is a three-year-old. And three-year-olds want to make sure you know that they’re in charge. Some days this is made even clearer at the table. Middle E will declare in his poutiest face that he has the wrong placemat. Or his brother is looking at him. […]